NOT MY WORK!!
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This dark place
I remain here with this ..
this ...
unholy being.
It appears to love me
I love revenge.. yet I am starved of such
I will break free
...
Katrina gingerly twisted the ring on her finger, admiring it as it shone in the morning light. She tilted her head back.
'Lady .. Katrina .. Crane.' She chanted, relishing her new title.
'Oh!' She felt the funniest of flutters in her stomach. The child she was carrying was having a good move round.
Katrina eased herself up from her chair, proudly thrusting her stomach forward and glancing out of the window, hearing a carriage.
'An excellent day, Young Masbeth.' Ichabod said, easing the door to the carriage open and stepping out, looking up at his home.
'Yes, Sir. I believe the biopsy went very well.' Young Masbeth replied, a little shaky as the blood had made him uneasy. Ichabod saw how uncomfortable he was talking about it, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
'I'm not one for the blood myself, boy. But it's my job.' Ichabod smiled, approaching his front door. 'But coming home to my Katrina, it makes my day worthwhile.'
'Indeed. Tell me Sir, when is your child to arrive?' Young Masbeth asked, getting excited at the thought of maybe being asked to look after the new baby every now and then.
'Oh..' Ichabod said, his mouth curling into a proud smile. 'It could be any day now.'
The boy went to open the door for Ichabod, but it was opened from the other side. Before the open door stood Katrina.
'I heard your carriage.' She smiled, opening her arms. Ichabod stepped towards her and held her in his own, embracing her warmth.
'Katrina.' He whispered down her ear, then taking a step back and taking a look at her. 'You look radiant.'
Katrina smiled, taking Ichabod's hand and placing it on her stomach, putting her own hands over his.
'Can you feel?' She said with a slight sigh in her voice, closing her eyes.
Ichabod put every sense of feeling he had into his hands, patiently waiting for a reaction from the baby inside. After a few moments, he felt the tiniest of thuds. His face softened.
'That was .. rather amazing.' He smiled, holding her again.
...
The dark of night cast itself over the Crane household, moonlight shining through nearly every window.
Young Masbeth walked the hallway alone with a single candle. He stopped and knocked on a large wooden door, before entering within moments.
'Young Masbeth.' Katrina said, her face lighting up with a smile. She was lying on her bed, reading her mother's book of poems and literature.
'Could I join you, Katrina?' He asked, edging into the room.
'Of course.' She replied, setting her book down and scooting over to make room for the boy. He sat beside her, placing his candle on the bedside drawer. The room was dimly lit by candlelight.
'Where is Ichabod?' Katrina asked him, not really worried, just curious.
'Last time I saw him, Miss, he was downstairs, sat beside the fire with a book, a pen and the tinest of white dresses I have ever seen.' Young Masbeth said. 'I think he is writing letters to your child.'
Katrina looked to the ceiling and smiled, rubbing her full stomach, the boy couldn't help but stare.
'Can I feel?' He asked timidly, frightened incase Katrina rejected him.
'I thought you would never ask.' She said, sitting up and thrusting herself.
Young Masbeth placed both of his hands on her, slightly scared that the baby wouldn't move for him. Even hate him before he or she was born. He had gained the trust of Ichabod and Katrina, he would be crushed if their first child did not like him.
'Oh! ... I felt it!' He gasped, his face twitching into a large smile. He glanced at Katrina, expecting her to be smiling back. He could see her with eyes closed, her face contorted.
'Katrina?' The boy said, snatching his hands away and easing in closer to her. Katrina let out a deep breath and looked at Young Masbeth, wide eyed.
'I think... something is happening ..' Katrina said, letting out a breath between some words and trying to remain calm. 'Please, find Ichabod, tell him!'
The boy burst out of the room in sheer panic, yelling 'Sir!' 'Constable Crane!' 'Ichabod!'
Katrina remained in the bedroom, lying back down and hugging herself in a way.
'Oh!' She gasped, her hand instantly shooting out to grasp her stomach.
Ichabod burst into the room, followed by Young Masbeth.
'Katrina!' He said, wide eyed and rushing over to her. He held her close on the bed, stroking her golden hair. 'What is it?' He saw Katrina wince.
' .. I'm hurting.' Katrina said weakly, like a scared child. Ichabod felt his heart start to thud, reality really hitting him.
'Young Masbeth will watch over you as I summon the midwife.' He said, kissing her forehead and giving her a small squeeze in their embrace.
The young boy's eyes widened in panic as he watched Ichabod flee the room, not really knowing what to do. He saw Katrina trying to lift herself from the bed, wincing.
'Katrina! You musn't move yourself, Miss!' He gasped, suddenly rushing over and gently trying to push her back onto the bed. 'Please, stay lay down untill your husband returns.'
Katrina's calm face suddenly started to crumple, she leant her head on Young Masbeth's shoulder.
'Oh. I thought I was so prepared ...' Katrina gasped in pain, tears spilling from her eyes. ' .. I'm so scared.'
Young Masbeth felt genuinly sorry for Katrina, he rested his arm round her shoulders.
'You will do fine.' He said. Moments later, a fair haired lady burst into the room with a small bag, followed by Ichabod.
'The midwife.' Ichabod said, addressing her and rushing back to Katrina's side. 'She was practically at our door.'
'I was actually coming to see if this had happened yet.' The midwife said, laying Katrina down. 'Constable, if you would be so kind as to wait outside with the young man.'
Ichabod looked a little hurt, he glanced at Katrina, who was clearly past arguing with the midwife.
'Come on, then.' He said to the boy, leaving the room.
...
Young Masbeth sat outside beside Ichabod, nerviously playing with his fingers.
'Boy, you look the image of panic.' Ichabod said, panicky himself, his nails bitten and sweat pricking his forehead.
'I have faith in Katrina, its just ...' The boy looked at Ichabod guiltily. 'Nothing happened untill I felt the child, it was only when I placed my hands upon Katrina that she felt pain. I don't think your child likes me.' His voice started to wobble.
Ichabod sighed, putting his arm around the young boy and holding him close.
'You are not to blame, son.' He said quietly. 'It was nature taking its course.'
'Do you think the child will like me?' Young Masbeth said, looking upto Ichabod, blurry eyed. Ichabod paused.
'I have absolutely no doubt.' He said. The boy hugged Ichabod again.
..
Hours passed. Ichabod and Young Masbeth had fallen to slumber. Katrina's moans and yells were muffled through the door.
'Constable Crane!' The midwife opened the door. 'Come quickly!'
Ichabod instantly jerked himself awake, leaping off his seat and fleeing to his wife.
The midwife had changed Katrina's clothes to a cooling nightgown and placed several pillows under her back and head.
'She has been asking for you.' The midwife said.
Ichabod climbed onto the bed leaning his head against Katrina's and holding her hand. Her brow was damp and the hand slippery.
She gasped, arching her back and squeezing Ichabod's hand harder. The midwife gripped Katrina's knees and gently eased her legs apart.
...
Young Masbeth's eyebrows twitched as he began to come from his dreams, it was only when he felt a warm weight being placed in his arms did he fully wake.
He looked down, seeing a dark haired baby with beautiful bright eyes, looking up at him.
The boy's eyes darted the room to see where the baby had come from. He saw Ichabod, supporting the baby's head with his hand and smiling at Young Masbeth.
'I think she likes you.' He said to the boy.
' ... It is a girl..' Young Masbeth said, not quite taking it in.
'Yes. My daughter.' Ichabod said, looking down at her proudly.
'How is Katrina?' He asked.
'She rests.' Ichabod replied, stroking the baby's dark hair, much like his own.
Young Masbeth's mouth spread to a wide smile, lifting the small baby upto his face, breathing in her wonderful baby smell.
'Has she a name, Sir?' The boy asked.
'Yes.' Ichabod said. 'Me and Katrina ... we agreed on Harlow.'
link
This dark place
I remain here with this ..
this ...
unholy being.
It appears to love me
I love revenge.. yet I am starved of such
I will break free
...
Katrina gingerly twisted the ring on her finger, admiring it as it shone in the morning light. She tilted her head back.
'Lady .. Katrina .. Crane.' She chanted, relishing her new title.
'Oh!' She felt the funniest of flutters in her stomach. The child she was carrying was having a good move round.
Katrina eased herself up from her chair, proudly thrusting her stomach forward and glancing out of the window, hearing a carriage.
'An excellent day, Young Masbeth.' Ichabod said, easing the door to the carriage open and stepping out, looking up at his home.
'Yes, Sir. I believe the biopsy went very well.' Young Masbeth replied, a little shaky as the blood had made him uneasy. Ichabod saw how uncomfortable he was talking about it, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
'I'm not one for the blood myself, boy. But it's my job.' Ichabod smiled, approaching his front door. 'But coming home to my Katrina, it makes my day worthwhile.'
'Indeed. Tell me Sir, when is your child to arrive?' Young Masbeth asked, getting excited at the thought of maybe being asked to look after the new baby every now and then.
'Oh..' Ichabod said, his mouth curling into a proud smile. 'It could be any day now.'
The boy went to open the door for Ichabod, but it was opened from the other side. Before the open door stood Katrina.
'I heard your carriage.' She smiled, opening her arms. Ichabod stepped towards her and held her in his own, embracing her warmth.
'Katrina.' He whispered down her ear, then taking a step back and taking a look at her. 'You look radiant.'
Katrina smiled, taking Ichabod's hand and placing it on her stomach, putting her own hands over his.
'Can you feel?' She said with a slight sigh in her voice, closing her eyes.
Ichabod put every sense of feeling he had into his hands, patiently waiting for a reaction from the baby inside. After a few moments, he felt the tiniest of thuds. His face softened.
'That was .. rather amazing.' He smiled, holding her again.
...
The dark of night cast itself over the Crane household, moonlight shining through nearly every window.
Young Masbeth walked the hallway alone with a single candle. He stopped and knocked on a large wooden door, before entering within moments.
'Young Masbeth.' Katrina said, her face lighting up with a smile. She was lying on her bed, reading her mother's book of poems and literature.
'Could I join you, Katrina?' He asked, edging into the room.
'Of course.' She replied, setting her book down and scooting over to make room for the boy. He sat beside her, placing his candle on the bedside drawer. The room was dimly lit by candlelight.
'Where is Ichabod?' Katrina asked him, not really worried, just curious.
'Last time I saw him, Miss, he was downstairs, sat beside the fire with a book, a pen and the tinest of white dresses I have ever seen.' Young Masbeth said. 'I think he is writing letters to your child.'
Katrina looked to the ceiling and smiled, rubbing her full stomach, the boy couldn't help but stare.
'Can I feel?' He asked timidly, frightened incase Katrina rejected him.
'I thought you would never ask.' She said, sitting up and thrusting herself.
Young Masbeth placed both of his hands on her, slightly scared that the baby wouldn't move for him. Even hate him before he or she was born. He had gained the trust of Ichabod and Katrina, he would be crushed if their first child did not like him.
'Oh! ... I felt it!' He gasped, his face twitching into a large smile. He glanced at Katrina, expecting her to be smiling back. He could see her with eyes closed, her face contorted.
'Katrina?' The boy said, snatching his hands away and easing in closer to her. Katrina let out a deep breath and looked at Young Masbeth, wide eyed.
'I think... something is happening ..' Katrina said, letting out a breath between some words and trying to remain calm. 'Please, find Ichabod, tell him!'
The boy burst out of the room in sheer panic, yelling 'Sir!' 'Constable Crane!' 'Ichabod!'
Katrina remained in the bedroom, lying back down and hugging herself in a way.
'Oh!' She gasped, her hand instantly shooting out to grasp her stomach.
Ichabod burst into the room, followed by Young Masbeth.
'Katrina!' He said, wide eyed and rushing over to her. He held her close on the bed, stroking her golden hair. 'What is it?' He saw Katrina wince.
' .. I'm hurting.' Katrina said weakly, like a scared child. Ichabod felt his heart start to thud, reality really hitting him.
'Young Masbeth will watch over you as I summon the midwife.' He said, kissing her forehead and giving her a small squeeze in their embrace.
The young boy's eyes widened in panic as he watched Ichabod flee the room, not really knowing what to do. He saw Katrina trying to lift herself from the bed, wincing.
'Katrina! You musn't move yourself, Miss!' He gasped, suddenly rushing over and gently trying to push her back onto the bed. 'Please, stay lay down untill your husband returns.'
Katrina's calm face suddenly started to crumple, she leant her head on Young Masbeth's shoulder.
'Oh. I thought I was so prepared ...' Katrina gasped in pain, tears spilling from her eyes. ' .. I'm so scared.'
Young Masbeth felt genuinly sorry for Katrina, he rested his arm round her shoulders.
'You will do fine.' He said. Moments later, a fair haired lady burst into the room with a small bag, followed by Ichabod.
'The midwife.' Ichabod said, addressing her and rushing back to Katrina's side. 'She was practically at our door.'
'I was actually coming to see if this had happened yet.' The midwife said, laying Katrina down. 'Constable, if you would be so kind as to wait outside with the young man.'
Ichabod looked a little hurt, he glanced at Katrina, who was clearly past arguing with the midwife.
'Come on, then.' He said to the boy, leaving the room.
...
Young Masbeth sat outside beside Ichabod, nerviously playing with his fingers.
'Boy, you look the image of panic.' Ichabod said, panicky himself, his nails bitten and sweat pricking his forehead.
'I have faith in Katrina, its just ...' The boy looked at Ichabod guiltily. 'Nothing happened untill I felt the child, it was only when I placed my hands upon Katrina that she felt pain. I don't think your child likes me.' His voice started to wobble.
Ichabod sighed, putting his arm around the young boy and holding him close.
'You are not to blame, son.' He said quietly. 'It was nature taking its course.'
'Do you think the child will like me?' Young Masbeth said, looking upto Ichabod, blurry eyed. Ichabod paused.
'I have absolutely no doubt.' He said. The boy hugged Ichabod again.
..
Hours passed. Ichabod and Young Masbeth had fallen to slumber. Katrina's moans and yells were muffled through the door.
'Constable Crane!' The midwife opened the door. 'Come quickly!'
Ichabod instantly jerked himself awake, leaping off his seat and fleeing to his wife.
The midwife had changed Katrina's clothes to a cooling nightgown and placed several pillows under her back and head.
'She has been asking for you.' The midwife said.
Ichabod climbed onto the bed leaning his head against Katrina's and holding her hand. Her brow was damp and the hand slippery.
She gasped, arching her back and squeezing Ichabod's hand harder. The midwife gripped Katrina's knees and gently eased her legs apart.
...
Young Masbeth's eyebrows twitched as he began to come from his dreams, it was only when he felt a warm weight being placed in his arms did he fully wake.
He looked down, seeing a dark haired baby with beautiful bright eyes, looking up at him.
The boy's eyes darted the room to see where the baby had come from. He saw Ichabod, supporting the baby's head with his hand and smiling at Young Masbeth.
'I think she likes you.' He said to the boy.
' ... It is a girl..' Young Masbeth said, not quite taking it in.
'Yes. My daughter.' Ichabod said, looking down at her proudly.
'How is Katrina?' He asked.
'She rests.' Ichabod replied, stroking the baby's dark hair, much like his own.
Young Masbeth's mouth spread to a wide smile, lifting the small baby upto his face, breathing in her wonderful baby smell.
'Has she a name, Sir?' The boy asked.
'Yes.' Ichabod said. 'Me and Katrina ... we agreed on Harlow.'
